Faceless gnome, Mary in her half-shell. Is this backyard waiting for developers to fix up the adjacent building or was are the owners have not gotten around to cleaning up after the winter. It was hard to tell. The patch of withered lawn was in between some parking lots. Not familiar with the block. So much transition is transitioning in this town, can’t tell if this on the way up or on the way down or still fallow. All those phases reside side by side. Who can tell? I like the post apocalyptical feel, the remnants of the before time, the family who like garden gnomes and Marian statuary. That grim orange of the hard resin chair is just too ugly to look at or away from.